Thy Soul At Prayer
By Walter M. Lindsay
This Sabbath morn, thy soul has made
Anew its peace with heaven;
Thy chamber is the temple, where
Thy offerings are given.
And yet thou prayest, not alone
At morn and evening hours;
Thy holy thoughts to God ascend
Always. -- As the flowers
Unconscious of their sweetness are,
Yet breathe it on the air
In all their day, so thy pure life
Is an unceasing prayer.
Source Book
Poems
by Walter M. Lindsay
Copyright 1860
Published by Ticknor And Fields, Boston
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